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Lynne Parker

Crossing lines.

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Lynne Parker

Michael Frayn once made a beautiful TV documentary about
London suburbs. He noticed that, viewed from above, the districts
adhered to their old medieval boundaries. My guess is that if you
looked at Dublin in a similar way the boundaries would be less
obvious - but there, nonetheless, if you searched hard enough.

During the recent lockdown I took to cycling the circumference
of my limit for the first few weeks - 2 km was an overdue intro-
duction to my own patch, but when it got to 5km I began to notice
the city in a new way. The delineation of social history was visible
as I travelled through the north city suburbs - Cabra, Glasnevin,
Ballymun, that 1940s explosion in decent housing for the upwardly
mobile working class; solid, individually-stamped houses for the
nuclear family that have their mirror image in the south side -
Kimmage, Crumlin, Walkinstown… And boy do you notice how
the money hugs the coast, gracious Georgian terraces from Howth
to Clontarf, from Dalkey to Sandymount - except for the proud artisan
enclaves of the East Wall and Irishtown/Ringsend (although the latter
has a famously nebulous boundary with plummy Ballsbridge).
These days there are new enclosures, and rather glamorous they are,
vast, steel-and-glass, gated apartment complexes that sprout from
derelict inner city sites and occupy stretches of open countryside
with gleaming new townlands; served by Dublin bus routes but seeming
to offer a lifestyle closer to that of Helsinki, and a deliberate sense of
spiritual distance from the old postcodes of 20th century Dublin.

The most obvious border in Dublin is the Liffey. I went to the Lighthouse
cinema with a pal when it first opened on Smithfield Square.
A gentleman came in just as the film was starting,
‘My goodness’ he exclaimed ‘it’s a wonderful building
but why did they put it so far from where anyone lives!’            artillerybrand.com
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Lynne
                               Jane Doolan
                                     Parker

The two halves of Dublin have their stereotypical identities, but
one of the discoveries on my lockdown cycling trips is how much
they actually mirror each other - some streets have their north and
south iterations (Georges, Frederick and so on - the 18th century
groundplan) but the interlocking districts are a strange kind of fan-
shaped looking glass (I’ll let you decide which is the more surreal).

And as for the river - Dublin is held together by many splendidly named
waterways, the Poddle, the Dodder, the Camac, the magnificent Tolka
- several underground - bracketed by the Grand and Royal Canals,
delineating the city. That underground element is interesting; central
Dublin is a rat-run of subterranean passageways, secret conduits
enabling transgression of boundaries, an echo of the Harry Lime
facet of Dublin’s personality.

Borders are a fact of life, particularly if you come from Belfast as I do.
I have frequently been surprised by the way the weather changes
between Dundalk and Newry, maybe it’s something to do with the
Mourne/Carlingford mountains. The roads used to get worse as you
crossed into the Republic, now they get better, and you know you’re
over the line when your phone tells you. I do remember a documentary
by one of those pop science people that showed how the tectonic
plates of North America and Europe actually fused in a violent collision
between Ulster and the rest of Ireland. Made sense to me...

When I came to Dublin as a student I was horrified at the litter lining
the road into the city, from the airport to O’Connell Bridge. How ghastly,
I thought, entering the hallowed walled garden of Trinity College;
it was the week after the visit of John Paul II in 1979, the mega-
Glastonbury of modern Irish history, no wonder the party
hadn’t been tidied up.                                               artillerybrand.com
Lynne Parker

I was billeted in Trinity Hall in Dartry initially, deepest south side -
only after a year or so did I venture across the Liffey. But all through
my college career the journeys home were disrupted because of
a bomb scare on the Belfast Enterprise, a tedious admission of the
greater partition.

I got into hot water a few years later at a conference, ‘Is There a
Border in the Arts’ chaired by the BBC’s Seamus McKee. I put up
my hand to opine that there was indeed and that the BBC was at
the heart of it and the mic was whisked away in alarm. What I had
clumsily tried to allude to was the fact that in the 70s and early 80s
the country was still divided into 1 and 2-channel land. Anywhere
west of Kildare was RTE territory - but for the East Coast, popular
culture comprised that plus all the British broadcasters including
shiny, radical new Channel 4. I had three pals at College, one from
Croydon, one from Dublin and one from Galway. The Dub, my Nordy
self and the Brit were conversant in the language and culture of Blue
Peter and Doctor Who; the Galwegian had no such point of reference
(reader, she managed just fine). But that cultural border, the invisible
one that ran vertically through the Republic and much of the North,
only dissolved at the introduction of cable TV. And that smashed
through many borders.

Every second, borders in behaviour are being crossed, defined, trans-
gressed, and dissolved in media and art. Scientific discovery is constantly
yoked to the concept of frontiers, but is really a kind of fractal, a series
of patterns that multiply as you push further into them.

Another fun activity I discovered during lockdown was a video
demonstration of the unexplored and almost incomprehensible
distances to the ocean floor.                                       artillerybrand.com
Lynne Parker

Borders - boundaries - are at present much discussed. The British
border in Northern Ireland has been porous from its implementation.
Brexit has brought it into focus and shown us how ludicrous it is;
COVID-19 has underlined that absurdity. I have amused myself by
imagining Sinn Féin lobbying for a hard border to keep British COVID
chaos out of the land of Dr Holohan. The virus, of course, is oblivious.
But hard, soft, actual or theoretical, that border – The Border – continues
to divide and make us different, classifying us and defining our
ctitizenship in unhelpful ways. All borders are trouble, even Robert
Frost’s good fences.

In theatre we like to invade liminal space, pierce the fourth wall,
cut our way through the fence…

2022 marks the anniversary of Partition, a border drawn short-sightedly
in the service of political expediency. My theatre company Rough
Magic has a plan to walk that century-old line with entertainment
as a provocation, through words, music and spectacle. We will stitch
as we go, crossing the border for each iteration to a town on the
opposite side, in a kind of medieval pageant for the internet age.
So we’ll tackle partition and its implications - but also gender, racial
and economic barriers. Those psychological borders, the ones in our
heads – that’s the hidden frontier.

So eyes on the horizon, here’s to live performance in the era of lockdown.
Don’t fence us in.
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         Lynne Parker
         Artistic Director and co-founder of award-winning theatre company
         Rough Magic, founded in 1984. An Associate Artist of Charabanc, she has
         also directed for the Abbey, the Lyric, Druid, Theatre Lovett, the Almeida,
         the Traverse, the RSC, the Old Vic, West Yorkshire Playhouse, Birmingham
         Rep and the Teatrul National Bucharest. Awarded the Irish Times Special
         Tribute Theatre Award in 2008 and an Honorary Doctorate by Trinity
         College Dublin in 2010.
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